User blog comment:Lordsunflash/The War For Mossflower/@comment-3135907-20110914172846/@comment-3135907-20110914173318

Suddenly he trips in the sand and goes tumbling down the hill. When he looks up, he sees a ragged-looking beast standing over him. "Hoi, Rasky," says the weasel. A second weasel comes into view, most likely this Rasky mentioned before. Skorab sits up slightly, but the weasel pushes him down hard on his back. "Hah, c'mon, Juska, defen' yerself!" laughs Rasky. "I ain't a Juska, I swears it!" cries Skorab.
 * "Well, stoats ain't allowed in our group. Just Weasels is our slogin, right Rasky?"
 * "Right, Figger."
 * "Wot'll we do wid `im then?"
 * "Hmm, I got sum ideas wot comes ter mind..."